Even Reagan Beck, the Big Man On Campus, football running back, total jock, who now more closely resembles James Gandolfi. That's Reagan in the photo with my best friend from high school, Ed Callahan. Reagan is even beginning to sound like Tony Soprano. His voice is all low and gravelly. I could barely understand what he whispered to me as we said goodbye when the bar closed at the Marriott in West Conshohocken early Sunday morning. I think he said something like, "Bring the cannolis. Leave the gun."

There were about 20 of us still standing at the hotel bar at closing time, which tells you something about old school, Class of '67 party ethic. By the time you reach your 40th high school reunion, most of the class has stopped for the early bird special and ready to be tucked in bed by ten. But standing there in the dim light before last call, I could see them as we once were, clueless and seventeen. With hair.